The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: in six volumes. Adorn'd with cuts. Revis'd and corrected, with an account of the life and writings of the author. By N. Rowe, Svazek 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 - Počet stran: 3324 |
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Strana 1540
... Heav'n , thefe Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York . For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For ...
... Heav'n , thefe Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York . For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For ...
Strana 1551
... Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves , all ...
... Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves , all ...
Strana 1554
... Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ? Think ...
... Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ? Think ...
Strana 1564
... Heav'n ; or ftrike , ungentle Death ; For this World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla . Our Hap is Lofs , our Hope but fad Despair , Our Ranks are broke ...
... Heav'n ; or ftrike , ungentle Death ; For this World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla . Our Hap is Lofs , our Hope but fad Despair , Our Ranks are broke ...
Strana 1565
... Heav'n may ope , And give sweet paffage to my finful Soul . Now Lords , take leave until we meet again , Where - e'er it be , in Heav'n , or in the Earth . Rich . Brother , Give me thy Hand , and gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in ...
... Heav'n may ope , And give sweet paffage to my finful Soul . Now Lords , take leave until we meet again , Where - e'er it be , in Heav'n , or in the Earth . Rich . Brother , Give me thy Hand , and gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in ...
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